Thursday, February 7, 2013
Dropping F-Bombs (heehee)
The girls in the office probably ate that person for lunch before she had the chance.
I'm still not entirely used to the constant f-bombs, let alone the minute by minute update as to who is "hated" today. Quite frankly, I'm proud of this. I think my Pop would be proud too to know that he raised a daughter who doesn't really grasp of the concept of hate, let alone feel it on a daily basis.
That said, after a month at the new job I can sum up what I know about my state of mind in the midst of chaos and negativity:
It goes on.
It took a couple of weeks, but then I figured it out. I have a choice there, like I do everywhere else. I can let the hate bring me down or I can go right on being me. I can either choose to let their negativity wear off on me and end up learning their hate and misery or I can go on the way I'm happy being. And so....
I go on.
Of course, at least once a day I go right on down to someone else's office and raid her candy dish. Hey- I didn't say I had this perfected yet. It's a work in progress, but I'm actually enjoying the learning experience. I've discovered I actually have thicker skin than I ever gave myself credit for. I have a feeling that discovery will come in handy one day. I've also discovered that I still can't seriously drop an F-bomb. (Because according to my office mates it doesn't count if I giggle or immediately apologize.) Pop, I hope that makes you proud too....